I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE BY....

Mother Earth speaks to only the few who respect and love her. I am one of these very fortunate people. She tells me how she is soon to be destroyed and how we need to act. I can make a difference by preserving the Earth…
Leaping towards the stars, climbing the tallest oak. I will dive into the sea and fix the gears within. The world will be better. I will run through the rainy forest and with my imaginary net, I will gather the pollution poisoning the majestic trees. I will roll down the soft, grassy hill into the waiting golden cornstalks. I will plant the seed of hope in the center of the sunlit field. I will jump, stretching my legs in the air, to heal the sick atmosphere with my bottle of sky.
I will fly to the four corners of the Earth.

It is now at its best, once more.

--by CMS, 2007--

A Poem

by CMS

Embarrassment

is fire.

Matches held

to your heart

and

confidence.

--petunia moon, 2006--

My Favorite Place

by Petunia Moon

Look into their faces

and smile.

You are in

a world of love, wonder, and connection.

You feel a beat in your heart

of warmth for these people.

They are your family,

and little glints of love in their eyes

as they look at you

shows you that they care.

To you, being with them and having fun

is like riding a firefly through inky black forests,

and seeing a fairytale queen as a welcome friend.

The smiles they give you may not be perfect,

but they are unique and meaningful.

When you hug them,

sudden flashbacks of holidays and occasions

gallop in your soul like midnight stallions.

As a young baby,

being sheltered in your family's eye

was the only thing comforting to you.

As you laugh pleasantly with them,

you know that your favorite place to be

is, truly,

with your family.

CMS 2006

Old Poem

In honor of Halloween tomorrow, and creepy or misunderstood creatures everywhere, I am sharing a poem I wrote in 2005.

Snake

Slim, sleek, slithering serpent
Away with morn
Awake with dark
a robber of life, swooping down like a bat
the beheld predator of a single rat...
Slick, slim, nobody knows
what lurks beneath the life of night...
"That despicable creature!" They wail...
scream...
For never again will they find
the killer of night...
the death of day...
for an innocent creature as this,
to them, must pay
for everything...
of which it has not done.

--Petunia Moon, 2005, age 9--

What poems I see in a rainbow...

Rainbows

If I were to grab
a rainbow--
pull it from the sky--
what would I do?

I would sprinkle
the colors over
the world to
bring it joy...
I would eat
the scrumptious colors
filling my mouth--
my stomach--
with lightness
until
I
burst
free...

If I had a rainbow.

--by Petunia Moon, 2006--

Stillness

I am running now.

Running through the woods.

I don't travel any path.

Going zig-zags and circles.

I run.

The blur of darkness

and leaves and the smell

of dirt, of soil, fades.

The constant moving

stops.

For I have reached

my meadow

of stillness.

--by Petunia Moon, 2006, age 9--

Sparkly Socks on my first day of School...